After accidentally kissing a roommate

On the second day after Thanksgiving, shopping malls across the United States had big sales, but Song Xuan didn't have much desire to shop, so he stayed at home and never went out.

The keychain that Chen Aowen took back was the key to the door of the third room. After two weeks of being dusty, the room that now belonged to Song Xuan and Chen Aowen was finally taken by the two on Sunday night. People want to open.

It wasn't long before Zheng Zhijie moved away, and the room was dust-free and clean. There was only an empty bed and a few furniture cabinets. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen tidied up briefly, and then moved their big things away one after another. Come in.

This room has the smallest area, a large bed occupies almost half of the floor, the desk and the wardrobe each occupy a corner, and the remaining space is not enough for two people to stand side by side and hula hoop at the same time.

Song Xuan's electronic keyboard is not a type with complex configurations, but it is the size of an ordinary electronic keyboard, stacked two layers up and down, and the height is almost half his waist. However, after this thing was moved in, Chen Aowen's car model and track The sensor is gone.

"So crowded?" Song Xuan, who was used to living in big rooms, felt a little disgusted. He looked around the room, thinking about how to arrange it, and finally his eyes fell on the big bed.

The bed was placed on the center line against the wall, and there were narrow walkways on either side, but if the bed could be pushed sideways, the walkway would expand, at least to accommodate his electronic keyboard.

"After pushing the bed over, if I want to use the piano, I can just sit by the bed. You need to use the computer to adjust the data when you do the experiment, so I will give you the desk." Song Xuan told Chen Aowen his thoughts, and moved his arms Swipe horizontally, "The room is divided into two, what do you think?"

Song Xuan occupied the bed, and Chen Aowen occupied the table.

Chen Aowen glanced at the bed and said, "No."

Song Xuan:?

Chen Aowen: "Since this room is agreed to be shared by two people, then the desk should be half of one person. The same goes for the bed."

The bed is also half of one person.

Song Xuan: "..."

"That's what you say, but...we all have our own room, so is it possible that you still sleep in this room?"

This bed only has an empty mattress, how to sleep?

Chen Aowen moved his lips for a while before saying, "I'm not sure, just in case."

Song Xuan: "..."

After rejecting Song Xuan's proposal, Chen Aowen stood and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to the cabinet beside him.

"Do you need this cabinet?"

Song Xuan: "No need."

Chen Aowen: "Then move this out and put it in the living room for storage."

The cabinet was short and wide, it was really useless and occupied a lot of space, and the living room happened to lack a place to store sundries, so Song Xuan and Chen Aowen worked together to lift one side to free up extra space.

By the time they put all their things in order, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Qin and experimental equipment, neither of them planned to use it now, so they turned around and left together. After turning off the lights and closing the door, Song Xuan planned to pack up, wash up and go to sleep, but Chen Aowen suddenly said: "Tomorrow is Monday. gone."

Song Xuan nodded: "Yes, Monday."

Chen Aowen asked again: "You have a whole day of class, don't you?"

Song Xuan said: "Yes. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Chen Aowen said, "It was quite difficult."

Song Xuan: "..."

Until he was lying on the bed after taking a shower, Song Xuan suspected that what Chen Aowen said was intentionally choking him. In fact, since the two of them came back from dinner on Thanksgiving Day, Chen Aowen had been acting weird for the past two days. of.

Don't think about it if you don't understand it, Song Xuan turned over and went to sleep.

the next day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time. Song Xuan got up, dressed, washed, put on his schoolbag, and went out. He went to the bread machine to get heated slices of bread and put them in the bag. Chen Aowen said "morning" to Song Xuan at first. , and then sat at the dining table the whole time to reply to the messages sent to him by the tutor on the mobile phone.

After Song Xuan stood at the door and put on his shoes, he looked back at Chen Aowen suspiciously: "Aren't you going?"

Chen Aowen was slightly taken aback, then said: "I don't have morning classes."

Song Xuan realized later: "Ah... yes."

Above the cabinet in the entryway, the familiar black-and-white keychain has been reattached to the plastic hook that had been empty for the past two weeks, as it has been for most of the past year.

Chen Aowen had already taken back his key, so naturally he didn't need to go in and out with Song Xuan again.

For some reason, Song Xuan felt a little lost. He looked at Chen Aowen, but he didn't expect that Chen Aowen was also watching him secretly, his eyes implying waiting, as if he was waiting for Song Xuan to speak, but Song Xuan didn't notice the deep meaning in it. He just tightened the nylon strap of the backpack and thought, probably because he has gotten used to walking with Chen Aowen for the past two weeks.

Pulling open the doorknob, Song Xuan adjusted his mood and said in a relaxed tone, "Then I'm leaving!"

Afterwards, Song Xuan went out to his bicycle locked on the gravel road in the garden.

Chen Aowen behind the door looked at everything and sighed slightly, got up and put the cup into the sink.

Throughout the day, Song Xuan wandered among several teaching buildings in the Middle School District. Management courses always had a lot of teacher-student interaction. exhausted.

Fortunately, the last section is mathematical statistics.

In Song Xuan's schedule, there are two math classes per week. Although the teachers are different, the classes are held in the same classroom. When Song Xuan first entered the classroom, he sat in the front row, but after staring at the book for a long time, his mind gradually became lax. , Reality and memory overlapped, he suddenly remembered the last time he dozed off in class, and when he woke up, he turned his head and saw the scene of Chen Aowen.

Song Xuan turned his head and saw that the corner where he sat last time was still empty.

Without the slightest hesitation, even before he himself reacted, Song Xuan picked up the book on the table, walked around the three rows of seats, and sat directly on the target seat in the corner.

But this time, from the beginning to the end of the course, Chen Aowen did not appear by his side.

When stuffing the book into the backpack and walking down the stairs step by step, Song Xuan inexplicably remembered the words Chen Aowen said last night——

"That was pretty tough."

It's really tough.

Obviously they stayed together for the past few days, and even said hello when they went out in the morning, but now Song Xuan actually... wants to see Chen Aowen a little bit.

However, although the class is over, he cannot go back yet.

Because the band has to practice together in the evening.

Taking the free bus on campus, Song Xuan took the bus from the Middle Campus to the West Campus. He had just arrived at the rehearsal room of the Glass House and waited for 5 minutes when he received a message from Tan Min——

[Tan Min: Have you arrived at the rehearsal room? 】

[Song Xuan: Here we are, already waiting. 】

[Tan Min: Cancel today's rehearsal, something happened. 】

[Song Xuan:? 】

[Song Xuan: What's the matter? 】

【Tan Min: I'm a few words now, and I can't even type clearly. I'll talk about it next time we meet. I'm still busy, so I won't talk to you for now. 】

Then Tan Min didn't send any more messages.

Song Xuan put away his mobile phone, closed the door of the rehearsal room and left with his backpack. The lights were on and it was time for dinner. Although Song Xuan wanted to go back, he still chose to eat first.

Walking into the cafeteria where I ate with Chen Aowen last time, Song Xuan took a plate of food and sat down at a place near the wall. Not long after, there was a loud conversation behind him, obviously a group of people came. people.

The seat behind Song Xuan is indeed a large disc for many people to have dinner together.

He glanced back casually, unexpectedly seeing Chen Aowen.

It should be Chen Aowen and his ice hockey team members, because Adrian was also among them. He probably just came out of the ice hockey hall, and some of them still had post-exercise blush on their cheeks.

Chen Aowen was surrounded in the middle, and didn't notice Song Xuan here. Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, and chose to turn his head silently, not disturbing their team dinner.

This group of people sat back to back with Song Xuan, and the conversation was heard clearly in Song Xuan's ears. After listening to it for a while, Song Xuan learned that today was the day when Chen Aowen officially left the ice hockey team, and they came out for dinner as a farewell.

Since it was a farewell, the theme could never be as simple as eating. Everyone chatted and unfolded around Chen Aowen's deeds since he joined the team. Many girls fall in love with Chen Aowen, but Chen Aowen, the iceberg, politely rejects all types of beauties.

After Adrian counted the scenes he had witnessed, he smiled and asked Chen Aowen: "I'm really curious, have you ever liked someone? Usually you don't want to tell me, but today you quit Team up, you must reveal this secret to me!"

Probably because he couldn't hold back his teammates, Chen Aowen actually answered, his voice was as calm and clear as ever: "Yes."

When Song Xuan heard this affirmation, his heart sank inexplicably, and the fork in his hand kept stirring on the beef burger, stirring up the minced meat.

Behind him, the people around Chen Aowen let out a burst of booing.

Adrian saw the needle and asked, "Who is who? Do I know him?"

Chen Aowen: "I have no comment on this."

But his attitude did not dampen the enthusiasm of others, instead he asked in a hurry——

"Does it look good?"

"Have you confessed?"

"What are you talking about? Davis has such a high vision. Of course the person he likes is good-looking."

"And no one should refuse Davis' confession, right? You should ask Davis if he has ever kissed!"

Song Xuan thought that Chen Aowen would not answer again, but Chen Aowen said, "Yes."

The meatloaf under Song Xuan's hands had been torn apart on the plate.

Adrian strikes while the iron is hot and continues to ask: "When and when? When was the first kiss?"

Chen Aowen was silent for a moment before answering: "The last Halloween."

Behind him, Song Xuan's hand holding the fork suddenly loosened, almost slipping off the porcelain plate and making a sound, he stabilized himself in a panic, and at the same time, he was full of questions.

Song Xuan:?

Did he hear correctly?What Chen Aowen said was... when?